Reunited with the Lassiter Bride. Barbara DunlopЧитать онлайн книгу.
me,” Angelica, embarrassed by her own confusion, said to Evan.
“I thought I did tell you when we talked on the phone. Maybe you just didn’t listen. Mediterranean, southwest or continental.”
Angelica didn’t exactly believe him, but she let it go, scanning the catering menus.
“Continental has my vote,” said Tiffany.
“I’d be happier if we knew what Kayla wanted.”
“I finally got a voice mail from Matt in response to my text,” said Evan. “He says thanks. He trusts our judgment. And they’ll appreciate anything we can do before they get back. The connection was pretty bad, because I think he said something about the moat being flooded.”
“The moat?”
“The only logical explanation I could come up with is that the retreat is at a castle somewhere. I know there’s a pretty big storm off the North Sea. The upshot is they won’t be able to get home for a few more days. We’re on our own.”
“I agree with Tiffany,” said Deke.
Evan glanced up. “Of course you agree with Tiffany. You’re flirting with Tiffany.” He looked pointedly at her. “Watch out for this guy.”
She grinned.
“Southwest is a bit overdone lately,” Angelica noted. And the décor at Conrad’s mansion definitely lent itself to something a little highbrow.
“Matt’s not a huge fan of Mediterranean,” Evan put in. “Does that settle it?”
“Sure,” said Angelica. “Let’s go with continental.”
“So, old world wines?”
“Bite your tongue,” said Angelica. “California wines, for sure.”
Evan smiled without looking at her. He knew full well the Lassiter family had many close friends in the wine business in Napa Valley.
“Are you trying to pick a fight with her?” Deke asked him.
Evan seemed to be doing his best to look offended. “I can’t make a joke?”
Tiffany put up her hand to signal the waiter. “This seems like a great time to get the wine tasting underway.”
“I like the way you think,” Deke muttered.
After some consultation with the waiter, they chose several wines to taste along with a selection of appetizers, entrees and desserts from the continental menu.
Despite the rather humble surroundings of the restaurant, the food turned out to be delicious.
Angelica bit into a warm brie and smoked trout appetizer, enfolded in phyllo pastry and garnished with a light herb paste.
“Oh,” she groaned, setting the remainder of the morsel down on her plate to savor the mouthful. “This is the best one yet.”
“Try the shrimp,” said Tiffany. “Oh, man. I’m getting stuffed, but I just can’t stop.”
“I need some real food,” said Evan.
“Get them to bring you the duck or the lamb,” Angelica suggested. “But I think I’m going to have to trust you on how those taste. I couldn’t possibly eat anymore.”
“You’d actually trust me on something?” asked Evan, a lilt to his tone.
She turned to rebuke him for the sarcasm, but then she caught the sparkle in his eyes. She realized she had to stop being so touchy. He’d always had a dry sense of humor. She used to enjoy it.
“So long as you don’t try to steal what’s rightfully mine,” she countered.
In answer, he snagged the remaining bite of brie and smoked trout from her plate, popping it in his mouth.
“Hey!” she protested.
“Guess you shouldn’t have trusted me after all. Wow, this is good. Definitely add that to the list.”
“You stole my trout.”
“You left it unguarded.”
“You said I could trust you.” She knew she should be annoyed, but she was only barely able to keep from laughing.
“I believe you were the one who offered to trust me.”
“Clearly, I was wrong about that.”
“Clearly.”
She sniffed. “Well, you owe me some trout.”
“I’ll trade you for some duckling.”
“Are you ordering the duckling?” asked Deke. “Then I’ll try the veal.”
Angelica glanced at the menu. “You mean the duck flambé? With orange brandy?”
“That’s the one,” said Evan.
“You got yourself a trade.” She was about to shake on it, then quickly realized it was a mistake, and redirected her hand to her wineglass, lifting it and taking a sip of the rich merlot.
Evan smirked. He reached below the table between them, squeezing her other hand. She nearly inhaled her wine.
He leaned close, muttering in an undertone as Deke commented to Tiffany about the stuffed mushrooms. “It’s okay to touch me, Angie.”
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